The Soul Keeper Novels & Stories

Cause she had to handle her third trouble which was to calm down her crying son and that was nowhere near easy. Yeah, she was a mother and blessed with a lovely son who was the love of her life, her everything, her son Zayn Abedin. ************** Cold Skin, Drag My Feet On The Tile As I Am Walking Down The Corridor I Know We Haven't Talked In Awhile So I Am Looking For An Open Door ***************** ................... Assalamualaikum Readers... I hope you all liked it... Don't forget to comment and vote...... I love you all...... 

“He’s right. But I remember you. I remember your first scar, your first heartbreak, your first lie.” Adanna’s eyes filled with tears. “Then remember this I’m not here to worship ghosts. I’m here to burn down the cage that holds you.” The hologram’s expression flickered sadness, pride, and something darker. “Then you’ll have to face the Keeper.” Victor stiffened. “Who’s the Keeper?” The light dimmed. The hologram’s voice shifted, metallic and cold. “The one who guards the truth.” And then, the power surged alarms blaring as the Vault came alive, walls shifting, data streams collapsing like waves of light.

Aria felt warmth flood her mind. **“You carry not just life. You carry memories. The line of soul-walkers. The blood of the first light.”** Aria gasped. “You mean” But the dream collapsed into shadow. She woke with a start, breath ragged. And the rune on her neck was glowing brighter than ever. The next morning, the elders met her outside the healing tent. Vaerun’s old scroll had been found buried deep in the roots of the Bone Tree. It spoke of *The Keeper* a soul-bearer marked in blood and light, destined to choose between rebirth and erasure.

he tells me with a sly grin as he invites himself in, casually strolling past me and making himself comfortable on my bed, shifting the covers to settle in. I narrow my eyes at him, scrutinizing his face for any sign of danger, and ask sharply, "Why are you even here?" He chuckles softly, teasingly, "Well, I assumed you might be feeling a bit lonely, especially since your mate is cuddling up with his step-sister. I thought I should pay you a little visit to keep you warm and company." The Soul Keepers harbored deep disdain for any species that was not of their own, viewing them as inferior and unworthy of their respect. They exhibited no romantic interest in o

Finding the Syndicate's darkest secrets was a perilous journey. The team's task became more urgent and dangerous after learning about Elara Winters and the eerie experiments that shaped Spectre. The Keeper, a shadowy enforcer protecting the Syndicate's most delicate operations, loomed ahead, a mystery figure. Kael and his group were forced to face The Keeper in order to get to Spectre and break the Syndicate's hold over innumerable lives. Charting the Unknown Projecting a map onto the safe house's wall, Anya started, "The Keeper operates from a mobile base based on what we pulled from the facility." Every seventy-two hours, their location changes. It will take accuracy and quickness to find

“Then what, she just stands here while the house gets torn open?” Aira’s breath shook. Through the bond, she could still feel Mira upstairs. Pain. Fear. And underneath it something worse. Someone else. A cold presence moving through the pack house like a shadow with intent. Not Mara. Something older. The watcher in the water whispered, almost too quietly to hear. “The keeper has a hand inside the house.” Darian went pale. “No.” Aira turned sharply. “What is a keeper?” Nobody answered at first. Then the watcher said, “A mouth for the second door.”

she demanded. The mist parted, revealing a woman in a silver gown, her hair floating as though underwater. Her eyes gleamed like mirrors, empty and endless. “I am what remains when a goddess dies,” the woman said. “You may call me the Keeper.” Aria took a step back, her power flaring brighter. “What do you want?” The Keeper tilted her head. “I want balance. You’ve disturbed it.” Aria’s brow furrowed. “By saving him?” “By binding him,” the Keeper corrected. “Kael was never meant to carry the mark. Now the serpent’s shadow festers inside him, feeding on your light.”

“The Keeper did not create the children.” Emily waited. “It preserved them.” Auren's eyes widened. “Mother…” The First Mother continued. “When the first reality began to collapse, the Keeper gathered every soul that had been erased.” Emily's voice softened. “Why?” “Because the Keeper has only one purpose.” “What?” The First Mother looked directly at Emily. “To remember.” Emily felt a chill move through her. “The Keeper remembers everything.” “Yes.” “Every world?” “Yes.” “Every death?” “Yes.” “Every version of me?”

After walking me home, I watched as the boy disappeared into the night, his thin clothes offering little protection against the biting winter cold. The streetlights stretched his fragile silhouette into the distance. Seeing him like that solidified my resolve—if I ever returned to my own body, I would find a way to sponsor him and transfer Madeline to a new school. When I reached my mother-in-law's house, I unlocked the door with my key. My son, Dennis was inside playing with his toys. Hearing the door open, he shouted, "Grandma, Madeline’s back!"

"You should throw that away, honestly! Something like that will knock you back or destroy you even more than before!« She just shook her head. I handed it back to her and she quickly took it from me, greedily grabbing it. “No, I'm definitely not going to throw that picture away. ...It's going in my keepsake box!" I did not understand the world anymore. "To always remind you of the person who left you?" I really couldn't understand it. “Yes, so to speak! This box contains everything that is important in my life, I keep finding moments that were important or meant something to me ... it contains everything why I am the way I am now!« "I do not understand! How can someone like that come into yo